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"I bounded toward the entrance of the cavern and emerged on the side opposite the staircase by which we had arrived. A maze of steps plunged in darkness caused me to hesitate and lose the start that I had on my pursuers, whose furious cries I could hear, The silhouette of the man with the crow’s head was suddenly outlined in a ray of moonlight a few meters away. Horror caused me to lose my head and I charged through the thorny bushes in the direction of the sea, which I could see shining beneath my feet.
Suddenly, the damp ground vanished and I felt myself suspended in the obscure and bellowing void, as in my worst nightmares.
My scream had not ended when my mouth filled with cold and bitter water. I was submerged, and then projected by the waves against the rocks of Matromania. Up above, lost in the turbulence of the wind, I could hear muffled clamors. I had only escaped a bloody death to finish in an even more atrocious manner, asphyxiated and smashed by the fury of the sea.
I lost my strength and my hope of finding a place where I could get a grip in that obscurity, at the foot of the immense wall of the cliff.
Suddenly, a long cold form slid between my legs, and then a second, which lifted up my body, violently beaten by the surf, maintaining my head above the water. I felt myself drawn over the surface of the sea, miraculously espousing the movement of the swell, like a surfer toying with it. I could not see or comprehend what was maintaining me in that fashion, out of danger. The speed of my abduction increased, in a sentiment of complete security. I had scarcely had time to recognize the three Faraglioni in the distance when I had already passed beneath the arch of the middle one, in a flash.
Then a few of the houses of the little harbor of Marina Piccola were outlined and I felt that I was slowing down.
Soft, damp skin was pressed against mine—that of an unidentifiable body—and I was hoisted above the foaming waves that were hurling themselves upon the beach, not far from the Sirens’ reef. I was deposited gently on the gray sand, out of reach of the waves."
Published by Amazon Media in March 2016
